My back is blood, flesh, and bone. I bleed on the floor of my "home". Anotherhit for every drop. I wonder if you'll ever stop. I fall flat on my stomach, you kick me once, twice.
I drift away in a sea of ice. But no, you see me drifting away. Into unconciousness where I would stay. And no, no that is no "fun" for you. So you call me back for more things to do! You tie me down and gag me tight.
The horror you bring every night. You hurt me again and I want to curse.But if I do you'll make it worse. You beat me bloody, hurt me bad. If I fight back, you'll only get mad. then it hurts more. As you throw me to the floor.You're on top of my again before I can run. You want to have lots more "fun." I scream you "disgrace". I spit in your face. You break my jaw. You beat me raw.You reach up and grab a gun. I guess this means no more "fun."
